#SixSunday – Virgo (WIP) #15

David Blue as Eli Wallace (SGU)

You all have been lovely. Sam would find the attention both flattering and scary, while secretly loving every minute of it. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment every week. I apologize for not always responding. May I offer photos with this post as penance?

Readers, meet Sam.

I’ve just about run out of sixes from Virgo. I’m so sorry. I’ll be dusting off one of my shelved novels for my next series, but I’ll come back to Sam and Delilah when I have more.

Two weeks ago, you met Calla Marcus, who was dressed up as TV heroine “Maggie Aquinas.” After that six, she explains to Sam that she was the stunt double on the show. The actress couldn’t make it, so the studio called Calla to fill in at GryphonCon. She’s there with two other stars from the show. This is how Sam describes Damian and Luke (respectively).


Photo by Apocalyptica

The stick thin vampire towered over his companions on imposing platform shoes. A practicality, Sam realized, as the wicked wings he wore–diaphanous membrane stretched over resin skeleton–grazed the floor. His ashen skin was clad in black leather and chains; the flesh around his mouth was raw and stained, and his orange eyes glowed even from the distance between them.

Ben Foster as Angel (X-Men 3)

Three feet away stood a ripped, white-winged titan with a crew cut, maroon neoprene suit, and intimidating posture. His lip pulled to one side as he spoke, and the vampire burst into an almost girlish giggle, shattering the illusion of evil incarnate.

Ironically, that was when Sam shivered.


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#SixSunday: Virgo (WIP) #14

Last week, Sam ran into an old acquaintance at a casino. This was due in part to his not wanting to go home. Delilah is in a weird mood, and Sam doesn’t want to pick up where they left off. This week’s six is the beginning of their conversation.

Set up: When Sam woke up, he heard bass-heavy techno music. He follows it out the living room where he finds Delilah running on her treadmill. She keeps a rigid schedule to cope with her Asperger’s and “running” is locked in at 10 am. It’s just after 7, and the change concerns him. He knows better than to interrupt her, so he waits until she’s done.


“What?” Delilah snapped.

“I’m sorry?” Sam asked, failing to hold back his indignance.

“You’ve been staring at me for twenty-three minutes.” He glanced at his watch, which read 7:44 am. “You don’t find me attractive, so you haven’t been picturing me naked, so…what?”

That was in the top ten of silliest things she had ever said.


Please check out the other authors at Six Sentence Sunday. Some of my favorites are Sarah BallanceKrystal WadeMonica Enderle PierceSiobhan MuirSarah W.Pippa Jay, Kelly Seguin, and Steven Montano.

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#SixSunday: Virgo (WIP) #13

Most of my sixes have been Sam’s narration. Today, I’m going to give you some dialog. The following conversation takes place the day after the rave. Sam (dressed up as Jake Blues) has gone to a casino to pay Adam, and while on the slot machine floor, he’s recognized despite his disguise. He attempts to leave the casino, but a woman dressed up as “Maggie Aquinas” (the main character of a cancelled steampunk TV show) follows him and calls out his name to get his attention.


The woman threw her arms around his neck while squealing, “Oh my god!”

“I’m sorry,” Sam said as he pushed her away, “do I know you?”

“I hope so,” she snickered nervously, “’cause this could be super embarrassing.”

Deep brown eyes…long brown hair…infectious laugh.

“Calla Marcus?!”

She put her finger on her nose and exclaimed, “Bingo!”


Please check out the other authors at Six Sentence Sunday. Some of my favorites are Sarah BallanceKrystal WadeMonica Enderle PierceSiobhan MuirSarah W.Pippa Jay, Kelly Seguin, and Steven Montano.

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#SixSunday #SixSunday: Virgo (WIP) #12

For those of you who have been following Sam’s narrative of the Dance Club scene, the last six were posted two weeks ago. But, I thought some of you might possibly be interested in reading the scene straight through, so I have posted the whole chapter as a sample here. It’s a WIP; I am open to criticism; and comments are open on that page if you feel like leaving one.

On to this week’s six!

Set-up: In this flashback of Sam’s, he recalls a day about three years earlier. Delilah has Asperger’s Syndrome, and since being injected with her brother’s nano-bugs, it takes very little to trigger a meltdown. When Sam and his friend Tommy first brought Delilah to their safe house, she astonished Sam by plopping right down on her new bed and making herself comfortable. In the scene below, it’s a month later, and Sam has just asked her what she liked about the room.


Instead of answering, she asked,“Who won the ’92 world series?”

“Toronto.” She was lying on her stomach on her bed, knees bent, ankles crossed, and shaking her head with her eyes focused on the crossword puzzle. “Um…try Blue Jays.”

“Blue.” After filling in the answer, she looked around at the walls and said, “It’s the right blue.”


Please check out the other authors at Six Sentence Sunday. Some of my favorites are Sarah BallanceKrystal WadeMonica Enderle PierceSiobhan MuirSarah W.Pippa Jay, Kelly Seguin, and Steven Montano.

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#SixSunday: Virgo (WIP)-Dance Club Scene #11

Last week, Sam’s narrative mentioned The Cookie Incident. I was planning to leave that hanging, but so many readers wanted to know what it was that I just can’t. So, I’m jumping ahead to the end of the chapter.

The setup: Delilah and Sam are on their couch. She’s fallen asleep on his shoulder while they watch streamed episodes of The Waltons on the internet. Sam’s thoughts have turned bitterly to Delilah’s brother/guardian, Nick, a nanotech engineer.


One would think an engineer would be familiar with Murphy’s Law, that anything that can go wrong will. When Nick hid his top secret project in his sister’s epi-pen, he should have known that would be the day tree nuts would find their way into her food. The pen in the kitchen drawer was missing, so Sam grabbed the one Nick kept in his jacket pocket. One jab injected a million microscopic computers into her flesh, and within twenty-four hours, they found a home in her already complicated brain. To make matters worse, Nick ate a gun shortly after in a vain attempt to protect her from his buyers.

The woman sleeping on Sam’s shoulder was worth ten million to the bounty-hunter that flushed her out, but after years gone by, they still had no idea who wanted her or why Nick’s damned bugs were so important.


Please check out the other authors at Six Sentence Sunday. Some of my favorites are Jayel KayeSarah BallanceKrystal WadeMonica Enderle PierceSiobhan MuirSarah W.Pippa Jay, and Kelly Seguin.

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#SixSunday: Virgo (WIP)-Dance Club Scene #10

Last week, Sam gave us his thoughts regarding what is “normal”. This continues that train of thought.


He could let Adam calling her “ab-normal” slide because, in the circles he frequented, it was a rare compliment.

Average was the word Sam preferred. That’s what most people were measuring when they said normal: the qualities of one thing against an average of the set. There was a middle point, or a middle range, and things fell on that point or within that range or they didn’t.

Delilah was, as he told Adam, above average more often than not, and his role for all the years he had known her had been to buffer the world to give her the space she needed to make it fit her right. It had mostly worked too, until The Cookie Incident sent them back to ground zero.


Please check out the other authors at Six Sentence Sunday. Some of my favorites are Jayel KayeSarah BallanceKrystal WadeMonica Enderle PierceSiobhan MuirSarah W.Pippa Jay, and Kelly Seguin.

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#SixSunday: Virgo (WIP)-Dance Club Scene #9

Last week, Sam worshipped Delilah’s musical gift. Today, I am skipping forward a bit more in the dance club scene.

The set-up: Adam has walked away from his turntables to talk to Sam. He calls her “abnormal,” and Sam knows the man means it as a high compliment. Sam agrees, saying she’s “above average,” which Adam scoffs at before asking how much time he has to find a friend in the crowd. Given three minutes, Adam wastes no time leaving the stage. Sam is alone with his thoughts again.


What was normal, anyway? A state of being typical, or having equilibrium, or what? As Sam saw the world, it was populated by things that reasoned and furnished by things that didn’t. Molded, laser-cut, quality-controlled-to-be-identical things were either precise or flawed, so there wasn’t a normal. Or trailer park ghettos sandwiched between gentrified industrial towers for young professionals and suburban cul-de-sacs overrun by kids and DIY landscapers…all were normal to someone.

And speaking of people…there were eight billion unique humans all walking, crawling, or rolling their ways from birth to death with the commonality between them being that they were all aberrations from some unqualified normal.


Please check out the other authors at Six Sentence Sunday. Some of my favorites are Jayel KayeSarah BallanceKrystal WadeMonica Enderle PierceSiobhan MuirSarah W.Pippa Jay, and Kelly Seguin.

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#SixSunday: Virgo (WIP)-Dance Club Scene #8

Thank you to everyone who drops by and comments every week. I may not comment on them all, but I treasure every note.

Last week, Sam was relieved that Delilah didn’t perform the remix he was expecting (and dreading), but the woman’s change of mind concerns him, too. Her remix first stuns, then delights Adam. I’m jumping forward a tiny bit here.


Sam looked at his watch and fanned his shirt away from his skin. Eight more minutes in this sauna until the police moved in to crash the party. He watched the ravers packed like live sardines in a can—wall-to-wall with no AC—and thought it would be a small miracle if no one dropped dead. Still, he wished time to slow so he could lose himself in the scene. Her touch on the vinyl, whatever ruckus it created, was reverent as rite. Given enough time, her music became sacrament to him, listening became prayer, and knowing her was a blessing, but flash raves never lasted that long.


Please check out the other authors at Six Sentence Sunday. Some of my favorites are Jayel KayeSarah BallanceKrystal WadeMonica Enderle PierceSiobhan MuirSarah W.Pippa Jay, and Kelly Seguin.

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#SixSunday: Virgo (WIP)-Dance Club Scene #7

Thank you to everyone who checked Kelly Seguin‘s six sentences last Sunday. She had some blog template problems that prevented people from commenting. Hopefully *crosses fingers* they’ve been ironed out, so please stop by today and say hi.

Last week, we reached 11:14 pm. Adam said hello to “Lincoln,” which is the capital city of Wyoming in my alternate universe. Delilah’s just started her remix, and Sam, expecting her to perform a remix she’s never before done in public, has called on God for a blessing.


Tori Amos warbled, “Made my own…pre-tty…hate…ma-chi-e-e—”

Sam wanted to be relieved as Delilah scratched out a beat with Tori’s last syllable, but he wasn’t. Fallout from a remix was one thing, but Delilah changing her mind was a whole new concern. Still, he smiled because her “Salt Creek” remix of NIN’s Sin was a creepy cool shower of liquid lust, and the crowd writhed like mating snakes as they bathed in it.

Adam watched her, slack-jawed for more than a minute, until something she did appeared to knock the wind out of him. Chuckling, he pulled up his records, removed the slip mats from his turntables and fanned her like she was queen of Egypt.


Please check out the other authors at Six Sentence Sunday. Some of my favorites are Jayel KayeSarah BallanceKrystal WadeMonica Enderle PierceSiobhan MuirSarah W.Pippa Jay, and Kelly Seguin.

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#SixSunday: Virgo (WIP)-Dance Club Scene #6

After a few months of nagging, I finally got my friend Kelly Seguin to enter Six Sentence Sunday.  This required her to create a blog. I think it looks pretty nice. She’s sharing a kick-ass six from her novel Ashes, Ashes, so please check her out and say hi.

Last week, Delilah threw off her hoodie, showed us her fashion sense, and put on glasses she doesn’t need to wear. There’s one minute to go until Delilah does…whatever she’s got planned.


At 11:13, while Delilah’s fingers danced on her laptop, Adam transitioned from electro into a sultry layering of R&B rhythms, harmony, and phrasing. Sam’s racing pulse tripped when a tick of a metronome rose above Adam’s bass line, growing louder every second. She was really going to do Flawed, he thought with both anticipation and dread. The room plunged into darkness as the the spotlights cut out, all but for the dim lamps around the equipment.

“Hello, Lincoln!” Adam yelled into his microphone, and the crowd answered him with a roar.

At 11:14, Delilah hit the return key on her laptop; Sam crossed himself like the good Catholic he used to be.


Please check out the other authors at Six Sentence Sunday. Some of my favorites are Jayel KayeSarah BallanceKrystal WadeMonica Enderle PierceSiobhan MuirSarah W.Pippa Jay, and Kelly Seguin.

Writers! Participation in SSS is straightforward. Submit a link to the host site between 6:00 pm Tuesday and 11:59 pm on Saturday. Post a six sentence excerpt on your blog by 9 am Eastern (US) on Sunday.